Womanizer by Katy Evans

We were just two strangers. Facing a forbidden attraction, a chemical connection. Neither of us expected or wanted it to amount to more.
But I had never been drawn to a guy the way I was drawn to this one: my brother's best friend, and CEO of the company where I interned.

Even knowing I should stay away, I proved to be too human, after all.
The chemistry was amazing.
The laughs were incredible.
I opened up to him in more ways than I'd opened up to anyone before.
But sex was as far as I'd go.
Just sex because he was too irresistible.
Just sex because I wouldn't be falling for him.
Just sex because I'd leave in three months, and I'd like for my brother not to kill me, and for nobody to find out he was my wicked little secret.
He wasn't the One.
He was just a womanizer.
But for a time, he would be mine.

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Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

He told me to 'settle, girl.' He asked if 'something was wrong with me?' He said I was an ‘easy target.’ That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks. I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha. He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother. Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming. I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?

He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.

I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.

I wanted to help him.

Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.

“What happened?”

Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”

“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”

“Why do you have to know?”

“Because it’s hurting you.”

I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.

The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.

“What are you doing?”

He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.

I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”

“Why are you pushing this?”

I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.

“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”

“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.

I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say

“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”

In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.

I didn’t answer.

I closed the distance between us.

Not another step brother book! No this isn't it's an anti-step brother book and it's amazing.

First off I love Tijan's books, when I saw this title I was a bit skeptical, shoot even when I read the first couple of chapters I was like wait a min is this really an anti step brother romance?

Summer has had a crush on her step brother for a while. She was naive and thought he was into her. She knew his ways and yet she blinded herself and thought he'd change. Damn women always thinking that *sigh*. When she starts attended the same college as him she seriously thinks she's going to be with him.

Kevin is a douche who goes out with girls but always cheats, he never last in a relationship longer than 6 months. Seriously there isn't much more to him

Caden ah Caden he's complex and mysterious. He's the man main on campus a big deal. All the girls want to eff him and all the guys wish they were him. Summer and Caden's first meeting isn't pleasant but they become friends.

So by now you all know I love books with a slow burn. I enjoy the build up, reading about the friendship and how it blossoms so this book...right up my alley. I love Summer but there were times she annoyed me, mostly when it came to Kevin and well the way she dealt with Caden. But I enjoyed her wit and sarcasm. I laughed so many times because as she grew as a character, I saw her progression. And Caden whoa what can I say, this guy is just wowza. At first I wasn't to sure about him but slowly as his layers are peeled away I saw his love and devotion, for his family an Summer. And then there's a part that broke my heart, like seriously 4:34AM and I'm laying in bed with tears rolling down my eyes. I don't want to talk about it.So I'm moving on to secondary characters. I fucking hate Maggie. She's a twat. Avery is awesome. Claudia well I kinda like her a little. Marcus is cool and a bit delusional but in the end I super loved him.

You need to read this book. I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I fell in love with these characters. They all rounded out the story and the plot. I know Tijan can write and this story right here is amazing. There is a bit of everything and I love books that can make me cry at nearly 5 in the morning.

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

The first in an emotion-fueled, New Adult
series from the #1 bestselling author of the Thoughtless novels!

Too fast, too furious—and way too hot to
handle…

Mackenzie Cox has a lot to prove. Daughter of
a racing legend, she is eager to show the world that she has inherited her
father's talent in the male-dominated sport of professional motorcycle racing.
The last thing Kenzie needs is to be antagonized by her rival team's newest
rider, Hayden Hayes. Plucked from the world of illegal street racing, Hayden immediately
gets under Kenzie's skin. His insinuations that Kenzie is a spoiled princess
who was handed her career fuels her desire to win, and much to her surprise,
Kenzie soon learns she performs better when she's racing against Hayden.

As Kenzie and Hayden push each other on the
track, the electric energy between them off the track shifts into an
intense—and strictly forbidden—attraction. The only rule between their two
ultra-competitive teams is zero contact. Kenzie always does her best to play by
the rules, but when her team slips into a financial crisis, she has no choice
but to turn to Hayden for help. The tension simmers during their secret,
late-night rendezvous, but Kenzie has too much to lose to give in to her
desires. Especially when she begins to doubt that Hayden has completely left
his street life behind...

“Do you have any idea who
this guy is, and why the hell he’s on our track?”

Myles tilted his head as
he thought. “Don’t know, but if he’s on the track before noon, your dad must
have hired him. The Bennetis know not to break that rule. Not after what
happened last time.”

The last time a Benneti
stepped foot on our track before they were allowed to, that Benneti had found
himself duct-taped to the flagpole in the middle of the track. Naked. Of
course, the Benneti team had gotten us back by breaking all the windows in the
garage doors. They were still boarded over, since we couldn’t afford to fix
them yet. For the sake of our bank account, Dad had ordered every Cox racer not
to continue the paybacks, no matter how warranted they were.

Ignoring Myles’s chuckle,
I renewed my inspection of the racer. The new rider was fast, and ridiculously
good—his setup on the corners was perfectly timed, and he kept his body low,
hanging off the bike so that nothing was over the center line but his outside
arm and leg; his “triangle of daylight”—the space between his inside knee and
the bike—was so beautiful that Dad would probably photograph it and hang it on
his office wall. Considering the furious competition at the professional
level—races were won or lost by mere seconds—and considering how much time,
energy, and resources were spent on training new riders, I wasn’t too surprised
this guy was top-notch. With the upcoming racing season so close, any person
Dad brought onto our team would be impressive. Dad wouldn’t settle for anything
less than amazing; he couldn’t afford to. Yet another reason I was feeling a
profound pressure to perform. There was no free ride for Jordan Cox’s daughter;
I had to earn my place, same as everyone else.

When number 43 finally
finished his set and slowed to exit the track, Myles let out a low whistle.
“Not bad. He reminds me of you.” Frowning, I peeked up at him. His dark eyes
sparkled with amusement. “No guts, no glory, balls-to-the-wall racing, like you
have something to prove every time you go out there.” He raised a dark eyebrow
at me, but I remained silent. Having to prove myself was a daily occurrence,
and Myles knew that.

The rider exited the
track at the same place where we were standing with our bikes. He slowed to a
stop directly in front of us, shut off his motorcycle, and removed his helmet.
My jaw dropped to my chest, and my eyes bugged out of my skull. No. It was not
possible. But the long-dulled desires starting to tingle back to life at just
the sight of him told me it was possible. The man who was proudly
wearing the number 43 was the same drop-dead-gorgeous man who’d won the street
race early this morning. What the hell was he doing here—on my turf—looking
for all the world like he belonged?

In the bright sunshine, I
could see that his eyes were actually a light shade of green. There was a
devious glint in them that silently promised that every day with him would be
even more intriguing than the last. Add that to his dirty-blond hair, rugged
jawline, perfect bone structure, athletic build, and perfectly full lips that
hinted at a treasure trove of untold pleasures, and you got a man who attracted
a lot of attention everywhere he went—as I’d witnessed last night by the swarm
of groupies surrounding him while he’d been illegally racing.

No way. There was no way
Dad had hired this guy!

Hopping off his bike, the
stranger ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. The shaggy strands were
sticking up every which way now, and the chaotic hairstyle was too damn
appealing. A small groan slipped from me in my shock. Get it together,
Kenzie.

His emerald eyes swung my
way, taking me in, and I held my breath and stood a little straighter. Did he
recognize me like I recognized him? Did I want him to? Damn it . . . what was
his name again? And why the hell did he have to have such incredible eyes?
Green with flecks of gold, penetrating and intense, like when he was looking at
you—truly looking at you—nothing else around him mattered. I could easily
picture him studying the track with that unrelenting gaze. I could also picture
him studying my curves with that superheated stare. Goddammit, no. This
couldn’t seriously be happening.

All the elements I need to dig into this book. Mackenzie Cox or Kenzie as her friends call her, is the daughter of a legendary racer. Ever since she was little Kenzie has had a passion for racing. One night she meets hottie Hayden Hayes. Kenzie's life is full at the moment, she has become a professional racer for her father's team. They are in need of money to fix up certain things so her sole focus is on nothing more than winning and beating her dad's rival Benneti Motorsports. Well guess who has just become apart of Benneti's team? Take a guess....just guess. YUP Hayden!

This is where I began to see these two just going at it with one another. Kenzie hated the way Hayden would speak to her because as a woman in a male dominated sport she constantly had to prove herself. Yeah, I know it sucks. And Hayden UGH he would make me so mad the way he would call her princess or sweetheart because he felt she didn't belong out on the track. Talk about an ass.

As the story progresses Hayden and Kenzie begin spending more time together, which leads to angst and y'all know I love me some angst and if you've read SC's books before you know the woman can write some angst and drama! Now because Kenzie's dad and Haydens' boss are rivals they are not supposed to fraternize with one another, which for me gave me that Romeo and Juliet type feel to it...forbidden, another element I love in plots.

Overall the author did a great job with the characters and the stroy line. I loved that Kenzie didn't take peoples crap. I adored Hayden, he just has this swagger that pulled me in and throughout the story he got better and better. The beginning for me was a bit on the slower side but about 1/2 way through, strap on your helmet because it's full speed ahead. That ending tho! What? Why? Man, I loved it and I know most people wont but I love books like this. If you want to know what it is you have to read it for yourself to find out.

S. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who
spends her every free moment creating stories that are packed with emotion and
heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending lazy afternoons
in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with
her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific
Northwest.